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The billionaire's cook

"How dare you splash that filthy, muddy water on me?" Flower's voice rang out angrily as she confronted Charles. Stepping out of his sleek car, Charles casually tucked his hands into his pockets, his eyes scanning Flower from head to toe. "It suits you," he finally muttered, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "What? You shameless, senseless jerk! If stupidity could fly, you'd be a private jet. Total scumbag," Flower retorted passionately, her frustration boiling over. And then, without hesitation, she swiftly delivered a sharp kick to his unmentionables. Charles groaned in pain, but fate had more in store for him. Flower's fury propelled her to give him an unexpected yet forceful push, sending him tumbling into the muddy water below. A burst of hearty laughter erupted from Flower as she swiftly turned on her heels, making a quick getaway from the scene. ... Flower Cunningham had always dreamt of becoming a renowned chef and owning one of the trendiest restaurants in Las Vegas, USA. With her exceptional culinary skills and the ability to lure anyone in with the tantalizing aromas of her food, Flower thrived in the fast-paced world of gastronomy. She dedicated her life to perfecting her craft while balancing the responsibilities of caring for her disabled father, loving mother, and her supportive siblings. On the other hand, we have Charles Hamilton, the epitome of wealth and popularity, not just in the USA but across the globe. As the enigmatic and elusive billionaire, Charles was the face behind Hamilton's Group—the behemoth conglomerate with numerous divisions worldwide. His mysterious demeanor often left his employees puzzled, trying to decipher his ever-changing moods. When Flower and Charles first crossed paths, it was nothing short of chaotic. It became an unforgettable moment that would shape their lives forever. As fate would have it, Flower was soon employed as Charles's personal chef, marking the beginning of a thrilling game.

Rejoice_Diamond · Urban
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48 Chs

Call her immediately

The room erupted in cheers and applause for Celdrick's victory. Honeybell's heart swelled with gratitude as she watched Celdrick, her unexpected champion, being celebrated by his supporters.

Celdrick returned to Honeybell after Leroy and Godiver led Jackson out of the house.

"I'm glad I won," Celdrick said, settling down beside her.

"Same here. I would have been terrified if Jackson had won," she replied, offering him a smile.

"But are you okay? You had six bottles," she asked, concern evident in her eyes as she glanced at his stomach.

"I can handle up to eight. I have quite a tolerance," he replied, causing her eyes to widen.

"Whoa! But who's the person who suggested this ridiculous competition?" She inquired.

"That's Leroy, Jackson's friend," Celdrick explained.

"It's almost 10! Dance away your worries and forget your pains! Dance like there's no tomorrow!" The DJ announced over the blaring music, filling the room.

Celtus was the first to rush to the stage, with Celdrick grabbing Honeybell's hand.

She gave him a disapproving glare.

"Please," Celdrick pleaded.

"No, I want to be with my friends," Honeybell remained stubborn.

"Consider it a reward for winning the drinking contest earlier," Celdrick pitched.

Honeybell deliberated for a moment before reluctantly agreeing.

They made their way to the dancefloor and began moving in sync, dancing close to each other.

"Just follow my lead," Celdrick instructed, and Honeybell nodded nervously, matching his movements as their bodies brushed against one another.

As they continued dancing, Jackson returned to the clubhouse. The moment the girls spotted him, they swarmed around him, pulling off his shirt and dousing him in alcohol.

The screams of "Jackson McCoy" from the girls echoed throughout the place. Unable to bear the sight of Jackson's closeness with other girls, Nancy stormed out of the clubhouse in anger.

….

After some time, Flower opened her eyes, coming to her senses. The first person she saw was Charles, and immediately she recognized him.

"You," she pointed at him, standing up from the couch.

"And you," Charles' eyes brimmed with rage as he recognized her.

"What are you doing in my boss's house? Get out of here right now," Flower demanded, her voice raspy, while Charles gasped in shock.

"Do you even know who I am?" Charles asked.

"Yes, aren't you that person at the roadside who spilled muddy water on me? I'm glad you got a taste of your own medicine," Flower laughed sarcastically.

"Now get out of my boss's house," Flower commanded confidently, but Charles smirked. He realized that Flower was unaware who the boss really was.

"Really?" he asked, settling back on the couch.

"What gave you the audacity to sit on my boss's couch? He would have you arrested when he finds out," Flower swore defiantly.

Charles didn't respond to Flower but instead called for Gina.

"Good evening, sir," Gina bowed, but Charles didn't respond.

Flower turned to Gina, confused.

"Gina, who is he?" she asked.

"He's the boss," Gina replied.

Flower's eyes widened in shock.

"The boss?" she gasped.

"Yeah, I am the boss. Now get out of my house this instant," Charles thundered.

Flower immediately went on her knees.

"Please, sir, I am so sorry. Please don't fire me," Flower pleaded, her ego deflated.

"Is it just now that you realize who the boss is? Anyways, you should know, I don't go back on my words. Now get out of my house. You're fired," Charles hollered.

"Please, sir…" Gina tried to plead on Flower's behalf.

"Gina, if you involve yourself in this, then you'll be fired as well," Charles retorted.

Gina went silent immediately.

"Please, sir, I promise it won't happen again," Flower pleaded.

"You should consider yourself lucky I didn't involve the authorities. Since you want it the hard way, you leave me no choice but to call security," Charles chimed in, reaching for his phone.

Two strong arms held Flower and began dragging her out.

"Make sure she never sets foot in this mansion again," Charles's voice resounded as Flower was dragged out.

Charles stood up from the couch and walked towards his room angrily. He was really angered by what Flower did and he would revenge her back in a way she would never expect. The cloud suddenly changed like it would rain soon. He hopes the rain beats her back home.

He walked towards his bathroom to take his bath and afterwards went to the dining table to eat dinner.

Charles finished eating and pondered over who had made such a wonderful meal. The food was simply extraordinary. He had never tasted anything like it before and wished he could have meals like that all the time. He called for Gina, his assistant, who quickly came to his aid.

"I have to know, who prepared this amazing food?" Charles asked.

"It was Flower, the new cook," Gina replied, her head slightly lowered.

"Send her in. I would like to meet her," Charles requested.

"Sir, you actually sent her away," Gina informed him.

"What do you mean? I don't even know her, so why would I send her away?" Charles inquired, confused.

"She's the girl you were chasing around in the living room," Gina explained.

"You mean she's the new cook?" Charles gasped in realization.

"Yes, sir," Gina confirmed.

"Is she still outside?" Charles asked urgently.

"I'm not sure, but I have her contact information," Gina replied.

"Call her... immediately," Charles commanded.

Gina wasted no time and dialed Flower's number. After the first ring, Flower picked up the call.

"Flower," Gina called out.

"Gina," Flower's voice could be heard in the background.

"Where are you right now?" Gina inquired.

"I'm outside," Flower replied, her voice trembling.

"Are you in the rain?" Gina asked with concern.

"Yes, Gina. I couldn't bring myself to go home. My belongings are still inside the mansion, and it would be a disgrace to return without the promised earnings for my parents," Flower tearfully explained.

"Come into the mansion immediately," Gina urged.

"The security guards won't let me, and your boss doesn't want me to work for him," Flower explained sadly.